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... by the fact the shopkeepers were all breaking fast). At the hotel we fondly said our goodbyes as our train was set to depart at 6:45am and only one of the girls coming with us back to Casablanca. We'd be flying out of Morocco tomorrow for Barcelona but would have one more night in Rabat on the way back to rejoin our connecting leg home. As much fun as it has been in Morocco, I am really keen to switch tagines for tapas and do my best to eat a huge amount of another new country's ...

... from the seeds of the argan tree that only grows in Morocco, while a couple of girls got some henna tattoos (that they would come to regret as the things smeared into a stained mess over the course of the next few hours). We went back to the Jemaa el-Fnaa square for a ridiculous cheap lunch before splitting up to wander the souks for some shopping. Though not really in need of anything myself, I accompanied Jayne and another of the girls and, after some ...

... of Marrakech. Because of the close proximity to the water-providing mountains and the international investments the city has a lot of fertility and wealth - perhaps most obviously displayed by the many golf courses we passed on the way. Entering the city itself there was an instant abundance of beautiful gardens, manicured hedges and tree-lined streets. The greenery provided a fresh contrast to the large clay city walls that stretch some 19km around the old city. ...

... ventured into the middle of the bazaar. 2 hours later after being harassed, called Ali Baba about 1000 times, seeing turtles, chameleons and Viagra herbs for sale we manged to get super lost and a little worried but eventually made it out alive!!

Getting out of Marrakesh airport was an experience of about 2 hours of waiting in stupid unnecessary lines but we made our flight just in time!! It was an amazing week and a fab tour would recommend anyone to visit Morocco a beautiful country! ! ...

... I dropped accidentally dropped my travel purse. And on the run to the train, I also dropped my hobo jacket. I it wasn't for Cam, my trip would have been over then and there, as that purse contains all my important details (such as my passport), and I couldn't bear to travel without my beloved hobo jacket. August 14th: As we missed out on the beds on the overnight train (as you can only book tickets in person at the office and not online), the train ride felt like forever (which ...